(010) the next 8 seconds

caught between reality and imagination, i retreat to my pencil and paper. they try to distract me, but they do not succeed. in time, this too will pass although he struggles in a sense of urgency - realizing words have started to lose their meanings. but then again, everyone is stuck in their own heads. i am not alone when i realize that indeed i am. they hunt me down as they use their eyes to burn holes so deep that they can't be mended. irrational thinking is at the forefront. i try to keep focused, but it's hard. life is magnificent...even at its lowest of lows. let's pretend like a connection exists between our souls for it might be all we have left. the next 8 seconds will not even pass by.